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Sitting down next to an elderly man His back was arched, countenance slow Clean shaven with tailored suit Yet slouched around the midsection His quiet hands fumbled in a paper back Lifting cheese and then a ******* He chewed with a painful sigh I could see his socks as his pants road up his shins He moved much like a sloth does crawl Without a quick or jerky motion But trudging along with a hint of hesitation Staring out with vacant gaze His furrowed brow made it look like he was squinting Remembering a past event it seemed A nostalgic time for this old man A nostalgic time for me Though I'd never sat here before.
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Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 6:51 PM UTC
Man Without a Wedding Ring
Sitting down next to an elderly man His back was arched, countenance slow Clean shaven with tailored suit Yet slouched around the midsection His quiet hands fumbled in a paper back Lifting cheese and then a ******* He chewed with a painful sigh I could see his socks as his pants road up his shins He moved much like a sloth does crawl Without a quick or jerky motion But trudging along with a hint of hesitation Staring out with vacant gaze His furrowed brow made it look like he was squinting Remembering a past event it seemed A nostalgic time for this old man A nostalgic time for me Though I'd never sat here before.
mr-e
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Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 6:51 PM UTC
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